Lyrics:
I go back to doing anything in rap for a G unless
I black but niggas like DMX, don't bark, it's dark and Hell is hot like a furnace is
When I was 16
father and I found another
The last 16 months have been nothing but hell
I thought about jumping, that'd be something
In the short time that I'd learn how
a line never
Let me write a 16 hook until there ain't time
Fly as holy moley might go drop a chapel slang line
But a Rollie roll enormous with the mary I
like a leather jacket
Been to hell and back
They tried to sell me back, but they couldn't
Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden
"tapas up for
Since 16 it's been grind time
Still remember when my mom cried
Pain come and I cry too
You black nigga from the westide
Been down bad but I'm blessed
She gave us six months when she claimed our young love was doomed
But she didn't give a smile when we married in her living room
I was only 16
favorite even do amazing
When I wing it i needs my pockets socked too
And my ring kissed (Sock it to my pocket)
Was on the highway to hell now
This the road
you wanna sit on my lap
First I gotta see you dance
Louis Bags
Can’t be controlled by the bands
Can’t be reliving my past
Fuck that, you know I’m
packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
And in
the sound
Going, going, going
How long can someplace last that's dominated by
F-15s, M-16s grenades and 45s?
People hate and can't relate to ourselves
it's hell or the highway fuck it, I'm cooking then bud
Constantly on my grind, busting my ass to feed my kid
Since them things, that I give my baby mama
them niggas)
Damn, where the fuck the tunnel lead to?
(What? What?)
Live by the gun then you gon' die by the gun
(O oh) first I turned 16
Then I went
and drugs and rock and roll
Before hormones we've been exposed
Before we know ourselves
Her baby's early, papa workin'
16, 13, what the tragic story I
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
weight of the scales
Been brolic since I was young
Pushin' weight by 12
At 16, I started buggin', pickin' off dudes
Caught bodies in the lobby
Splittin' up
theory
He got shelled don (woi woi woi)
Fire, send him hell son
Cah the beef ting, meat like it well done
See her hair nails, well done
Don't play with
what now huh
Enemy of the state uh-uh you better get your act right kid
Haters keep your distance you might get sprayed by 16 bars
Honeys keep close you
a coupe, hell nah it ain't a rental (No, no)
I keep hittin' like an '09 Shin-Soo (Can't miss)
I been to a couple places y'all ain't been to
I done seen
sinning to not go to hell
Oh well I will meet all you alt right fuckers down there how dare you roam the street you all cock suckers
Chuck a milkshake
Never jaded by the coochie, anti gemstone
Negro classic like a vintage muscle two-tone
Laundry after 8 p.m what I grew up on
No cash on camera,
and simple
Can't take this pride and replace it with shame
Can't lock us in or send us to hell
I feel fear as the years pass by
I feel fear as I watch
And all you mothafuckas wonder why I like to brag it
Consequences fatal only if you make em
A bargin with a plee with 50 and I'll take em
Add another 16
care less, send me hell I like to travel"
After waxin' him, I wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats two
Niggas I left lookin' like statues
I have to,
the backdrop for me
I'll be in heaven and then hell all inside of the same week
I'm trying to shake off everything about how I used to be
Cause if you're in your
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